Nothing to Do With Pride by Amber Kell Page A

be a miracle if she didn’t snap and go on a killing spree. Although they’d discovered the place Candice had been incarcerated last week, she was still missing and there were few clues to her current location.
    Dennis nodded. “Me too. I’m hoping we can find her before she starts hurting people.”

“I’ve already started a search, tracking any sightings of a coyote where there shouldn’t be any. You know—attacks, news reports, that sort of thing.” If she’d gone feral, her ability to shift back to human would’ve been buried beneath her animal instincts.
    “Any luck?” Dennis leant so close that KC felt his breath against his neck when he turned his head.
    He swallowed back a moan before he continued. “Maybe. I’m waiting to hear back from some people. From the few sightings I’ve found, I think she might be heading east. Is there anyone on the East Coast she knows? Ex-boyfriend, good friend, someone willing to help her out?”
    Dennis paled. “Her son, Ethan. She had him when she was just a teen and put him up for adoption. A few years ago he found her. They’ve been corresponding since then. I wouldn’t be surprised if the People Against Werekin members used him as a threat to get her cooperation.”
    KC frowned at this new information. This should’ve come up when he’d searched her background, but then the child’s files were probably sealed. Not that that little fact was usually a problem. He pulled up his database again. “That’s easy enough to find out. Do you have his number?”
    Dennis nodded. “I already called and checked up on him, but I didn’t want him to think anything was wrong. He’s sixteen and pretty perceptive. Too many questions would’ve triggered suspicion. As far as Ethan knows, his mother is doing fine and will call him soon.
    She might want to go to New York just to get visual verification that he’s all right. As far as I know, she likes the people who adopted him. They’ve been really supportive of Ethan finding his natural mother and have no problem with her talking to him on the phone or letting her visit. She used to work for a travel agency and got really good deals on flights.”
    Tapping his fingers on the keyboard, KC thought about all he’d learned about Candice.
    “So you think if we go see Ethan, we’ll find your sister?”
    Dennis shrugged. “Possibly. Do you have any sightings in New York?”
    “Where in New York does Ethan live?”
    “Near Albany.”
    “There are coyote sightings there all the time. Right now I’m searching for any particularly aggressive coyotes that people reported to the police. So far nothing pops out.”

Dennis sighed. “She used to be so happy but from what the others have said, she lost a large portion of her sanity after all the tests those haters conducted on her.”
    “Why did they want her so badly?” KC still wasn’t sure about the plan this group was behind—it was like each faction had their own agenda. Research, torture, slavery—the groups had them all covered, though thankfully they hadn’t mastered any of them.
    “Maybe they need a psychotic soldier?” Dennis offered in a dry voice. “How the hell would I know? We could ask the people who captured her but they’re all dead.”
    “That does make it difficult to interrogate them,” KC agreed.
     
    Dennis sat in the oddly comfortable chair and sneaked glances at the beautiful fox shifter. Even if he hadn’t heard it around town, he’d have known what creature KC shifted into. The man’s red hair couldn’t have screamed fox any louder than if he’d used a megaphone. Dennis had never found red hair appealing before, but KC’s hair had a rich beauty that made Dennis want to plunge his fingers into the soft looking strands and then see if KC’s pink lips could possibly taste as good as they looked.
    KC tilted one red brow at him. “It might take me a bit to hunt down further sightings.
    Why don’t you give me your number? I’ll call you